When I went to Paris with my then-girlfriend two years ago, we had been together for six months but were already deeply familiar to each other. It was the kind of love that began to erupt on our first date, when we discovered our mutual love for theater and hiking over cocktails at the Flatiron Lounge. She had also grown up in Manhattan and had an intense love for sarcastic New Yorker’s like Woody Allen and Larry David, fitting for a woman who smiles widely and with her soul.